Special Tumorfolk

"It's so hot, it's unbearably hot!"

Agatha, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the unbearable heat.

Metal is highly heat-resistant, but the sweltering heat inside the room was not just a matter of temperature; it felt as if some kind of intense light was shining on her, giving her a burning sensation.

When I opened my eyes, the whole room was filled with scorching steam, and the temperature in the living room was nearly 100°C.

"Luo Di?"

Agatha slid her Monk's leather coat along the center line, unusually removing her clothes—or rather, pulling them away.

Thick steel pipes, about the thickness of a little finger, were installed inside Agatha's clothing, mostly in the back area, deeply inserted into her body, and are now being pulled out one by one.

The metal tubes inside the leather jacket were covered in sweat. Agatha walked barefoot into the bedroom, where the source of the heat was.

Pushing open the unlocked door, a puzzled head peered inside.

Luo Di was seen rinsing his gleaming back with water containing extremely high levels of germs. There was no need to worry about infection, as the germs would be instantly killed upon contact with his back.

"Why is your spine glowing... and so hot? Did you go to the lighthouse last night?"

Agatha reacted very quickly, immediately noticing that the light resembled a lighthouse.

Seeing that Luo Di nodded in affirmation, she made no attempt to hide anything and walked into the bathroom, coming up behind Luo Di.

Multiple unique tactile sensations came from my back.

In addition to a soft, large area of softness, I could also feel a hard, cold, columnar structure touching the lower part of my spine.

"Let me help you cool down, it'll be more effective than a shower... it might hurt a little."

"Um."

Luo Di did not refuse, because he had been showering for a full hour and there was no sign of him cooling down, so he could only place his hopes on Agatha.

A steel pipe was inserted into the skin on the back, reaching all the way into the body.

Several more were then inserted.

It dissipates heat through metal conduction, which is extremely efficient.

About half an hour later,

Agatha left the bathroom first and put her Monk's leather coat back on.

A minute later, Luo Di slowly walked out, leaning against the wall, one hand still supporting his waist, feeling as if his whole body had been hollowed out.

"I read in the book that the lighthouse's eyeballs were donated by a demon king in the Spine World... That demon king was named Oculus, and he was the most special one in the Spine World, even being envied by Evil Play for his use of the eyeballs."

He did not develop his own spinal structure, but was born with a keen eye and focused on his eyeballs.

His obsession with the eyeball directly affected the development of his spine, causing the spine, which should have been the core, to move closer to the eyeball and gradually transform into a structure centered on the eyeball.

Initially, he was even ostracized in the Chaos Nest, with most of the Spinewalkers believing he wouldn't go far and would soon die on the battlefield.

Until he completed his ascension to the Demonic Realm, until he gradually reached the pinnacle of the Spine Masters, there were no more idle gossips... In fact, because of his precedent, some Spine Masters no longer emphasized the development of the spine as the main focus, but instead tried to find the aspect they were best at and most proficient in.

His mastery of visual perception is even greater than that of some eyeballs in bad movies.

For such a being to proactively communicate with you, it's clear that the Spine Clan values you highly.

"Oculus..."

When Luo Di uttered the name, he felt a slight itch in his eyes, as if a second eyeball was about to grow beneath his first.

If he completes this apostolic journey, he will naturally return to Hive to visit this person.

Moreover, Luo Di was genuinely worried that this demon king might use the torture chamber as a pretext to travel to the Human World.

but,

Last night's conversation left Luo Di with a strange feeling. Although this demon king, who was related to eyeballs, didn't speak very pleasantly, he didn't have the oppressive feeling that a tyrant would bring. Instead, he gave off a more peaceful and easy-to-communicate feeling.

"I'll go back and see how he reacts... I have a feeling he might be different from regular Spinewalkers; even if he comes into contact with the Human World, he won't recklessly launch an invasion."

"Luo Di, didn't you say that person arranged a teammate to fill our 'ability gap'? We're free now anyway, how about we go check it out?"

"Let's go."

The two had just come downstairs and were heading to the lighthouse when their stomachs rumbled almost simultaneously. They had been traveling all day yesterday and their stomachs were empty.

Moreover, it would be a very sad thing if this state of hunger were linked to the cities inhabited by cancer patients.

While urban illusions can affect the sense of sight, they cannot affect the sense of taste; what you eat is what you get.

The Human Flower a full hour searching for a restaurant, only to return to where they started. Not only did they not get any food, but they also experienced a strong feeling of nausea, as if dozens of tiny people were beating up their stomachs.

Agatha usually ate at the Grand Monastery and couldn't stand the strong-flavored diet of the monastics.

"The diet of tumor patients is like this: they rarely process the ingredients, and in their view, the growths on their own bodies are the best ingredients, which can bring better-absorbed nutrients."

I've also read in books that many tumor patients open shops by relying on the unique taste of their tumors or the delicate and delicious texture of their overgrown flesh.

I should have thought of that sooner and brought more food from the town earlier.

Luo Di's gaze shifted to the mount house on the side of the inn, to the Black Pig mount that belonged to Agatha, and he swallowed hard.

Perhaps sensing some kind of murderous intent, the Black Pig quickly curled up and dared not move.

However, Luo Di quickly suppressed his murderous intent and regained his rationality, and he came up with a plan.

"First, go to the lighthouse to meet that person, then we'll leave Navel Port directly, away from the beach area, and head to the mountainous area unpolluted by the sea, where normal Hell Beast should roam."

We'll kill a few and roast them later.

"That works, let's go."

Enduring hunger,

The two took the fastest worm train in Navel Port to the lighthouse.

Approaching the lighthouse in reality felt completely different from the feeling Luo Di experienced in his dream.

This lighthouse is a landmark building in Navel Port and an important guide for ships in both the light and dark sides to cross the sea. Huge, constantly oozing pus-filled creatures guard the tower.

Even if the two were monks, they were forbidden to approach each other; to go to the lighthouse, they needed a personal pass from the Lord of Navel Port.

Just then,

A "young man" emerged from the oozing pus.

At first glance, Luo Di thought the other person was human, but upon closer inspection, he discovered the problem.

"The tumor patients seem a bit different..."

The other person was about the same height as Luo Di, without the bloated appearance of the tumor people, nor the exaggerated and pretentious appearance, and was even somewhat thin.

Its facial features and limbs are also presented in the same way as those of humans.

His skin was bluish-white, and his eyes were like beautiful green agate.

His body was shrouded in a special raincoat that blocked out light, and his hand, which was waving to Luo Di, shone with a faint glow.

Upon closer inspection,

The back of this person's hand appears to have crystalline-like growths.

Even though it was their first time meeting, Luo Di felt as if he had seen this person somewhere before, or rather, smelled his presence.

"Who are you?"

The young man approached the two men wearing homemade fish-patterned flip-flops, his eyes darting around and his voice low.

"Mr. Di, I am Lighthouse Cleaner sent by Lord Eye to accompany you on your Emissary Journey. I have been inside the lighthouse since birth, and this is my first time going out."

Please feel free to tell me if you have any requests.

If there's anything I haven't done well, please point it out immediately.

I'm good at correcting my mistakes, and I'll do better next time than last time.

Furthermore, due to my congenital medical condition, I am not good at combat and cannot unleash any plague infections, but I will definitely do my best to help you.

"Are you a tumor patient?"

The young man nodded. "Yes, people like me with congenital defects are usually crushed at birth and used as nourishment. It was Lord Eye who chose me and specifically assigned me to help at the lighthouse."

I will do my best to fulfill any request made by my Lord Eye.

"Okay, come with us first."

"OK."

Agatha observed silently the whole time, her face full of doubt; even she had never seen such tumor-ridden people before.

Despite appearing quite weak, it was, as the other party said, due to some kind of congenital defect.

However, these tumor-ridden people have completed the acceptance of Hell Object, and the ranks they have reached are not low at all, and they seem to have a tendency to ascend to demonhood.

Most importantly, the other party seems to be harboring a very special plague, a plague that can glow.